Hey Anna its Ashley. I would like to tell you a great bondage story that you will love.

 

 

About 4 weeks ago me and my friend got on the topic of bondage. Closer to the end of our talk she said "I got an idea. Every day you spend in bondage I will give you $100. I will feed you and make sure that you don't die."

 

 

At the time this sounded like a good idea so I said yes. We worked out the times that she would come every day. 10:00a.m. and 7:00p.m. at each of these times she would take 15 minutes to feed me then she would leave. To do this I would have to spend ALL of my time including sleeping and eating in bondage. If i told her to take of any piece of bondage at any time the bet would be over. But if i escaped from the bondage the bet would not be over just when she comes to check on me I would be in bondage again. For my entire time in bondage I would be locked in my basement so even if I did escape I would have no were to go and I would be forced to wait for her to come back. In the basement there would be no open windows and they would be covered up to prevent me from knowing what time of day it was and there were no clocks or any other way of telling the time.

There was nothing but a bare dark basement, a small dim light in one of the corners a walkie talkie. If I needed help all I had to do was press a button and Cayla would be on her way. there was also a cot on the ground for me to sleep on.

 

Finally the day came. I would not be modelling for about 5 weeks so this was the perfect time to do it. Cayla (my friend) brought these bondage items. Ball gag, handcuffs x4, 5 rolls of duct tape, 150ft of rope, butt plug, corset, and something in a normal brown box. She said that if I was bad or if I escaped she would use the item in the box on me! Cayla said that she would put the keys to my handcuffs somewhere along the ground of the basement. She warned me that if I did unlock myself she would use what was in the box.

 

One sunday afternoon at about 1:30 we were ready. First Cayla made me put on the pink corset and the matching panties. Then she tied my thighs together, she tied my ankles together then tied them off to my thighs making a frog tie. She then she put 2 pairs of handcuffs on my wrists and 1 pair restraining my elbows together. she tied the handcuffs from my wrists off to my ankles making a hogtie and a frogtie at the same time. Finally she tightly strapped the ball gag to my face. "there you go, I will be back in a while so don't wait up on me." I listened to her walk up the stairs, close the door then I heard the lock click shut on the door. I wondered what I got my self into and how long I could last.

 

I lasted for what seemed like 12 hours until she came back. She just walked down about 5 steps, looked at me and said "good" then she walked away and locked the door behind her. I moaned trying to tell her that I needed to go to the bathroom. I could not hold it anymore so I just let it go on the floor. I crawled over to the cot and went to sleep.

 

I woke up with Cayla sitting right there. she had a plate of food. she took off my gag and put the food in my mouth. then i was about to talk to her she strapped the gag back on my face and left. Every day I would search for the key until I got tired. Then one day while I was about to give up, I found the key. I groaned with excitement under the gag. I quickly unlocked my handcuffs then I took off the bonds holding my thighs and ankles together. I also took off the corset and wet panties and sat there on my bed so excited to get out and feel free. I forgot about what Cayla said and soon enough she came back. She looked down the stairs and smiled at me, she ran back up the stairs and grabbed the box. Before I could say hi I was tied up again. "so you thought that you could outsmart me. lets see what you think of this." she pulled out a skinny metal rod with a little box on the end. She stuck the metal rod up my ass and flipped a switch. She said to me "you'll see what it does soon enough, oh and Ashley, I'm taking the keys to your handcuffs." She walked up the stairs and locked the door behind her. I thought to myself this isn't as bad as I thought then I felt a shock in my butt. I screamed under my gag in pain. The shocker never stopped until after what felt like 23 hours it stopped, I knew the battery was dead and the pain was over.

 

Every day she came and fed me at different times of the day to disorient me and screw up my sense of time even more. I never escaped the bondage again. One day I just had enough I crawled over to the walkie talkie and pressed the button. Cayla was over within minutes she unlocked my gag and I said "untie me, I've finally had enough."

 

Cayla told me That I spent a total of 21 days in bondage!!!!! She paid me $2100, and I don't think I'll be doing that anytime soon.

 

I'm sorry that this is wrong but I hope that everybody enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

 

Ashley

 

 

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Mrs. Jacky Graham finally awakes from a prolonged period of utter oblivion following a hard-fought but lost fight with the prostitute she was observing for her client. Eyes blinking in the suddenly-strong light to which she has become unaccustomed during her lengthy spell of eyes-tight-shut forced insensibility, she tries to work out where she is; when she is; and what has happened to her!

How long was she knocked out for? What time is it? Not clear. It’s dark still but for an artificial light. The soles of her feet feel cold and the awakening snoop realizes she is barefooted. Are her feet poking out of her duvet? Her head aches, dreadfully.

Jacky makes to stretch, to exercise muscles that have been unmoving for a long time. As she does so, she pulls up short, gagging and spluttering as something chokes her about the neck! Panicking, she tries to buck and twist to get out but only multiplies the choking sensation till she is coughing badly - and then she realizes her mouth is blocked - she's been gagged! Of course. She’s not at home. Not in bed. Memories begin to flow back to her. She had been sleuthing, late at night, in her body stocking and bare feet! Her eyes focus at last, upon the mesh covering her arms.

Mrs. Graham recognizes the taste and texture of a cloth cleave gag and it finally brings home to her that she is a captive of another. Then her senses tell her that she is laying upon her front, breasts squashed into the carpeted yet still-hard floor and she further detects that her legs are arched above her back! She can wiggle and flex her feet freely at the ankles - but little more! Jacky twists her head about hopefully, big frightened eyes peering into the dimly lit room, now once more accustomed to light.

Attempts to move her legs- or indeed her head - lead to a rapid repetition of her choking fit so that the tied-up ‘tec realizes that any significant movement of either will constrict her throat and that gentle, controlled movements are essential. Notwithstanding the recent self-throttling, Jacky’s rapidly reviving consciousness enables her to assess that she has been severely hogtied, in an unusual manner such that her ankles are secured by rope to a slip-noose around her neck! Jacky’s arms are in front of her, their wrists tied together; this appears to provide a degree of freedom, but in fact she needs to maintain herself upon her elbows to prevent her head and upper body from falling forward, pulling the rope to her ankles taut and strangling her.

Jacky assesses her own condition. Raticus! Her head hurts, not unsurprisingly given the manner in which she succumbed to her enemy, and so do her breasts, again unsurprisingly. She has sore welts around her wrists and ankles from the ropes- and further welts on her throat from the noose located there, which has crushed her windpipe somewhat, making her speech hoarse were she not already gagged. Her crotch aches too, though she can no longer determine what caused it. Her throat welt is oddest of all.

Further lateral struggling and twisting reveals she has been tied up - very uncomfortably- whilst she was still out for the count. But Mrs. Graham has regained her ability to reason. She's been hogtied before and knows from experience that the hogtied body is very unstable, usually falling to one side. Yet here, she came to laying on her front; not only this, but with only minor pain from the noose about her neck. Yet is she had fallen over to one side, even partially, her legs falling back to their usual place, she might well have strangled to death. Yet this didn't happen! Instead, Jacky came round with her arms placed to hold her head upright; and her experimentation with the balance of the rope stretched twixt ankles and throat has demonstrated to her that if she keeps still, the tautness of the rope is just right to hold her ankles and neck in equilibrium! This is too much of a coincidence. Crap.

It leads Jacky to the conclusion that her call-girl captor has engineered the beastly bondage to torment her, probably for interrogation. Had she wished to top her, kill her, she has had plenty of opportunity to do so whilst the Ayrshire Angel slept her forced sleep. That she has not done so, that she has engineered a bondage designed to perfectly hold her in this tense position and no more, suggests more forceful intentions, such as interrogation. The woman is not in the room at present- but is she watching from behind? Jacky can feels eyes looking upon her, her skin already crawling at the realization that the young tart had been playing around with her unconscious, noodle-limp body and limbs, her hands and fingers deftly handling and pawing her all over as she put together the fiendish hogtie and getting the tension of the ropes just right. How many times did the MILF’s mute, inert form drop to one side or the other like a sack of potatoes? That might explain the pains in her ribs!

Thinking positively however, the dauntless Dalry detective figures that there’s probably still time to get clear, get home and up in time to get breakfast for the kids! Her stricken head whirls with a wave of dizziness but Jacky fights the temptation to give in to it and pass out again. She tries to remember what happened to her. The last thing she remembers is the discordant tinkling crash of smashed ceramic on one side of her skull. Pain exploded- then black nothingness. Now, she is here, awake again. She recalls- that’s right- she was wrestling with a nude woman!

Finding herself suddenly jumped by her erstwhile target, the blonde body stocking barefoot bloodhound fought back courageously and not unskillfully, but her lithe and naked antagonist was half her age and after 10 minutes or more the sexy sleuth, caught in a non-carnal clinch, found her stamina running low before she was able to gain any definite advantage. Her younger, fitter opponent seemed to twist free as if covered in oil, forcing Jacky to try to scramble up after her; but too slowly! The prostitute had grabbed a vase on a table and in a single movement swept it against her head! The resounding crack delivered by the vase shattering onto the side of Mrs. Graham's skull, instantly finishing the fight with her knocked unconscious, has left the mystery solving MILF dazed and disoriented, but she can ascertain she is in the same room in which she was beaten and knocked out.

Now the sassy sleuth from Ayrshire knows that she has been tightly tied up during her period of deep unconsciousness; her body stocking has been unzipped; and she can only speculate upon what else may have been perpetrated upon her fallen, insensate flesh by the heinous hooker who had vanquished her in her lost fight.

"MMMMMMMPPPHHH!! MMMMMMPPPphhhHH!!"

The fastidious feminine forty something finds that she cannot enunciate; she has been gagged whilst her mouth lay slack and open in the grip of nothingness. But the tenacious 'tec realizes there is no answer. She is alone. Don't panic, Jacky old girl!

She must now look to escape. The perpetrator is not present for now, but Jacky is aware that the roping from her ankles to her delicate neck requires her to maintain a tense balance or face choking and possible strangulation!

Trying to release her ring blades to slice through her wrist binds, the Prestwick PI is devastated to discover that these have been removed from her fingers as she lay knocked out on the floor! Flexing her bare feet, the tall blonde considers ways to defeat her bonds, as her recently-bludgeoned brain begins to regain activity as slugged-senseless synapses reignite after their lengthy downtime.
Can Mrs. Graham escape? Will she return home by morning? Her family have no notion of the peril which has befallen the wife and mother!
Can Jacky return home in time to take the kids to school?

Or will she remain, a captive at the mercy of the Ayr-based prostitute who struck her down, defeating the determined detective and obtaining power over her flaccid form?

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Movie Name: Baharam Badsha

Language: Bangla

Scene: 2 OTM of same lady

Actress: Unknown actress

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Chapter 1

Claire and I had been friends for ages. We both seemed to know that at sometime in the future we would be lovers. It was one of those friendships where you know each others' mates and go to the same parties but just never sort of get together. Claire seemed to be really sad at this party and being of a group of people who always have a laugh she stood out in her desolation. 

"What's wrong?" I asked sitting beside her on the middle step.

She looked up from her thoughts and smiled a sad little smile.

"My grandma died and I have to go to the house and decide what to do with it. She has left it to me in her will, but I have no way of getting there."

It was the chance I'd been looking for. `Thank you god,' I thought and then scolded myself.

"I will take you if you would like to go this weekend." She looked at me and half smiled and I held down the desire to hug her.

"Would you? It would take a lot of worry off me. She's been dead for several weeks and I really must go see to the place and I would like some company."

"No problem; where did she live?" Masham was the answer and I worked out that it would take a couple of hours maybe more. We arranged a time for Saturday and as she didn't really feel like staying at the party I walked her home.

Saturday

It was Saturday morning, very early and Claire had dressed sensibly. I  noticed as I looked at her as I drew up hoping that she was impressed by my new car, Claire is about 22 and tall. She isn't thin but not fat either. Her hair is long and ginger and the most startling thing about her is her eyes. They are bright blue with a glint in them of trouble. 

We stopped and had a McDonald's breakfast near Goole her treat as I was driving her. On the way up the A1 Claire told me about her gran and granddad. They sounded like nice people. It turned out that Claire used to stay with them over the summer holidays and at Christmas when her Parents were away on business. 

Finding the house took a bit as my guide never had to find it before as her granddad always brought her. So we actually missed the lane. Drawing the car down the long rough track towards the house I was struck by the sombreness of the house. It looked like one out of an old B-movie: tall, three floored and a loft gabled windows. Its sandstone walls were blackened with age. And it was surrounded by lots of out buildings and a stable block. The grass needed cutting and the gardens needed weeding, although the place looked rundown I suspected that it wouldn't take much to get it back to scratch.

Looking at my companion I saw a little quiver at the corner of her mouth she was about to cry so a  squeeze to her hand. She smiled a sad smile.

"Come on then," I said and pulled her out of her remembrances.

She looked up nodded and moved off up to the house. 

The curtains were all closed as is the tradition up here, that no dead person should be able to see into a house as the funeral procession passes. The keys were shaking too much to hit the lock so I eased them out of Claire's hand and opened the door. It swung on well-oiled hinges. Claire stepped in and turned the light on and sighed with relief. I put my hand in hers and said, "I am here for you." She nodded and we walked inside. 

The house interior was a complex mix of old Victorian and 20th century: a huge kitchen with all new-style gas oven and hob; and old copper pans hanging from a rack. I picked up the metal kettle and we both started at the loud sound of the water as I filled it. Claire lit the gas and I smiled at her. 

"You make the coffee and I will go open the curtains," she said as she disappeared out of the room. 

Going back to the car to fetch the coffee and milk we'd bought at a local Spar just down the road I saw Claire looking out of the window and again I was struck by her beauty. She saw me and waved. I waved back. The house was slightly warmer as I entered and I heard the central heating clicking and creaking. Pouring us both a coffee I sat and looked around the kitchen. 

It was nicely decorated. And there were photos of a couple both gradually getting older on a Welsh dresser on the far wall. Grandma was a stunner. In the earlier photos you couldn't see the colour of her hair due to being old black and white type. But in a later one you see that her hair was the same colour as Claire's.

`Claire seems to have inherited gran's looks as well,' I thought.

She looked at me and I smiled at her. "You okay now?"

She grinned, "Yes thanks. I loved my grandparents; they had such a zest for life."

"I'll go see if there is a grass cutter and cut the grass if you want a bit of time on your own. I'll just be outside if you need me."

Claire nodded, "Thanks."

I finished my drink and wandered outside. The sun was now out and the house looked so much better with the curtains open. 

In the shed I found a mini tractor. `Oh ace,' I thought. I'd always wanted to drive one of these. Mind you when I saw the size of the back lawn I got the feeling I would be gone for some time. Still it was fun as I started the tractor and worked out how to use the attached cutters. It was about dinnertime when I saw Claire waving to me to come to the house.

"You must be hungry," she said as I walked into the kitchen.

I smelled hot soup.

"Gran has a huge freezer out in the old coal house," Claire told me as I sat at the table.

"Thanks for cutting the grass Chris."

I smiled and replied, "No problem."

"Chris, I'm going to have to stay here tonight. Can you stay too?"

"Well I haven't made any plans so yes of course I can." 

To be honest it was my desire to spend any time with her. And I had hoped to stay anyway. I continued to do the garden; actually enjoying it. The tractor made it easy. The weeding was done with a flame gun so although it was probably the hardest day's work I'd done for a while it wasn't that bad. 

Claire had cooked a nice tea using gran's frozen home made stew and rice.

"There's enough food for a year in there," she said pointing to the coal house.

"Oh Mon Cherie, moi and vous all alonge," I said in an awful French voice.

Claire smiled and laughed, "Idiot!"

"How's it going?" I asked as she looked sombre again.

"Oh not too bad. I spent the day looking at paperwork and not much else really."

Looking out through the window I saw the rain clouds rolling in over the hill tops. "This house has some beautiful views. I could live here."

 

Claire looked at me and asked, "Is that a proposal Mr. Darcey?"

I laughed, "It is a bit Bronte-ish isn't it?"

Claire asked me to light a fire and said that we would have a look at a huge chest of photos she'd found.

"Can I have a look around?" She nodded and while she washed up I light a fire and then had a wander.

The house was built on three levels and there should have been a cellar but I couldn't find a way in. The loft was clean, tidy and very warm. There were three radiators and the chimney breast ran through it. And the views, oh man, were they spectacular!

I heard Claire shout so I wandered back to what should have been the master bedroom. I stood agog. The bed was huge - a four-poster. The canopy was made of a hardwood frame and a lovely cover. Claire saw my astonishment and laughed, "We Devlin's are a lusty lot."

"God you must be! The bed is six feet square!"

"Could you help me down with this?" She pointed to a huge trunk. It was full of photo albums and loose photos. 

We struggled down the stairs with it and into the lovely old-style sitting room. Old leather armchairs, a chaise lounge and the log fire I had lit earlier greeted us. Claire pulled her jumper over her head. And I admired her body while catching a glimpse of smooth tummy as her tee-shirt went up with it. She caught my glance and smiled coyly. 

We opened a bottle of wine from her granddad's stock and sat next to each other on the floor. The albums showed granddad as a tall handsome man and gran as a beautiful young girl. They went through the ages until Claire said that one of the photos was the last one taken of him.

"How long before she followed him?" I asked.

"Not long, about five months."

Claire looked at the trunk. "Chris, this trunk seems smaller on the inside than the out..."

I looked and she was right. I wondered... 

I ran a hand along the bottom and found a catch. It clicked and a lid opened. Inside were as many photo albums as there were on the top level. These though had little locks on the covers and were bound in leather. There was beautiful craftsmanship on these albums. I looked at Claire she looked at me and I smiled back at her.

"Er, they might not want you to see these."

She giggled, "Do you think they are nude photos of gran then?" I noticed that the wine had gone to her head.

"Could be but if they are there sure are a hell of a lot of them," I replied.

"Shall we have a look then?" she giggled again. 

I paused and looked at her, torn between wanting to look for gran was a looker, and the fact that I believed that they would be stronger than simple nude ones. Well who does twenty volumes of one woman? 

Claire ran upstairs and came down with a key ring. "This was in gran's undie drawer. She has a lot of old-type stockings and corsets," she giggled.

I smiled at this drunken person who was at last cheering up a little; funny how alcohol can do that.

"This doesn't seem a little ghoulish does it?" I asked.

She thought about that one. "No because gran knew I was to inherit this place and if she was bothered she would have burnt anything that worried her."

I looked at a photo of the old departed couple and smiled. I thought they could be spicy as the old boy looked like a bit of a rogue.

How old was your gran?

"Sixty-three, she was a wild child of the late fifties and early sixties. She met granddad at 16 and he came from a wealthy family. When mum died they looked after me and sent me to boarding school and camps and holidays. I had a good time here."

Claire fit a key into the first volume it opened with a click.

She looked at me for reassurance. I smiled and said, "It's up to you."

Claire turned the first page.

"It's gran!"

She was dressed in a short flowery skirt of the fifties. The picture was black and white. Its style was very professional. Her eyes sparkled as she held a box in her hands.

"Phew your gran didn't half look like you," I said Claire nodded while trying to read what it said on the box.

She turned the next page.

"Oh my god," she uttered. Granddad had stepped into the shot and was helping gran fit a steel collar around her neck...

"That's quite thick for a necklace," Claire said and suddenly coloured up. "Oh shit! It's not, is it?" 

It seemed that ace granddad and grandma were kinky. `YES!!!' my mind shouted as the next photo showed grandma wearing handcuffs and ankle irons all linked to the collar and a chain around her waist. She looked so horny that I had to shift my erection that had grown inside my trousers. 

Claire looked at me, "Oh god, I never knew."

"Do you want to look at these by yourself?" I asked, hoping that she didn't.

"Please stay; I don't know if I can face what's to come."

`Me!' I thought if they get any hornier. She looked at me and I said, "We can stop now and you will never know." 

Claire looked down at the photo on the next page. Gran had wandered after granddad. Well she did not have much choice really as he'd attached a lead to the collar. The time elapse photos showed her walking after him. The next page held two photos: one a back view and the other the front. 

I looked at the back one first. She was wearing a tightly laced corset. Her collar had been changed to a leather one that covered the whole neck and held her head up and even attached to her earrings. This I realized was to stop her from turning her head at all. Both wrists had been strapped up between her shoulder blades by cuffs attached to a strap from the back of her collar. Gran's buttocks looked superb.

Claire had huge wide eyes and I realized she was looking at the front shot. Gran's breasts were on display as if on a shop counter. A ledge held them out and up; both nipples seemed to be erect. The high heels she wore made her legs look super.

"Oh Chris look! Her shoes are even locked on!" She was right. Little padlocks were locked onto the straps around her ankles.

We both turned the page and this one showed her husband easing a huge ball behind her teeth.

"Look how thin the corset makes her," Claire pointed out. To be honest the things I was looking at were her breasts. Wow! 

The next set showed gran straddling a thin wooden bar; her legs apart and balancing on wooden blocks. Granddad had attached a rope that ran up to the ceiling from her collar. This held her upright; two ropes one from each ankle to rings set out on the floor provided the anchor. Claire turned the page and winced. Gran's whole body weight was resting on her pussy. The bar was thin enough that her lips enfolded it. 

"God that must have hurt," Claire said; but the next photo showed gran with her eyes sparkling as granddad pulled her forward with a rope he'd fastened to the front of her collar and pulled her forward until her clit was trapped between pole and pubic bone.

The rest of the album showed gran tied to the pole in different ways and ended with granddad rogering her over the pole.

Claire looked over at me, "Shit, Chris."

"Yes quite a shocker isn't it." Thinking, `Wow, I have died and gone to porno heaven.'

She smiled that smile again.

I poured her some more wine.

"Well what do you think?" she asked.

"Truthfully I think your gran was superb looking. It seemed to be a mutual thing she seemed to enjoy it so what the hell. Who am I to judge?"

She looked at me again, "So you're not shocked then?"

"No your gran was as beautiful as you are now. The whole thing was done between them so what the hell..." I studied her and noticed that her nipples were straining against the white cotton of her tee-shirt. Cold, shock or just turned-on I wouldn't like to say.

`So do we burn them or carry on looking?" she asked.

I looked at her, "Your choice babes - she is your gran."

Claire grinned, reached between my legs and patted my erection. "Well this gives me a clue!" She picked up another one, fit the key and presto.

Gran was now maybe 40 and naked. Her breasts were slightly saggier, carrying a little more weight but still very beautiful. She was tied using rope and thin harsh string that made her breasts stand out and also made deep indentations in her flesh.

The photo albums showed gran tied tight. It moved from room to room and showed her tied to chairs and walls. But then the next one made us jump.

She was tied to the very table we were sitting against, legs at 90 degrees, a huge cucumber in her pussy and a carrot up her anus. Her head was dangling over the edge and gramps was thrusting his long thick dick all the way down her throat. A close-up showed his balls hitting her eyelids, the size of his weapon distending her throat.

"Deep throat," I whispered in awe.

Claire shuddered, "I will never eat cucumbers without this picture in my mind."

I grinned at her; she was taking this better than I thought she would.

"Let's have a tour using this book. There are things that are just here for bondage." We saw plants that hung from hooks and rings. Gran was tied to them. I pulled hard on one. It took my weight without even a squeak. We moved to the stairway up towards the top of the three stories. I turned the page of this bondage guidebook.

"Er, you don't want to see this."

I held the book above her head

"Show me!"

Claire took the book off me and I looked over her shoulder.

Gran was standing on the banister rail; over the three-floor drop. Her tied arms were crushed together at wrist and elbow, legs tied tight at ankle and knee. The scary things were the nooses around her breasts and neck. Gran's high-heeled shoes made her balancing act harder.

Claire climbed up and stood on the rail. She wavered and I had to pull her back. She hugged me hard.

"Oh god Chris! Shit this is so weird. Granddad was a judge and a doctor. Gran loved him so much. I never suspected them of this."

Gran was shown actually hanging from her breasts in the next photo as granddad lowered her to the ground floor. I realized that someone else must have taken this photo; but decided not to mention it. Claire looked at me a little funny. I held out my hand and she took it. We went down the stairs back into the kitchen.

The next book showed gran tied up and placed in a desk. Her head was the only thing showing. The next photos took a bit of working out. I let out a laugh. "Claire, it's inside the desk. Look, gran is tied up on her knees and there are her breasts attached to two clamps that run up in to the roof of the desk."

We went over to the desk in the study. Claire moved the globe of the world. There was a lid but we were unable to take it out. It took us a while to work out how to open it up. The whole desk opened out on casters. The lid then slid out.

Claire looked at me as I turned the two pens that were locked in the holders, these controlled the clamps.

"Lock me in this." 

I looked at her as she slid in and placed her neck in the hole. I shut the front part onto the non-moving back bit. Claire's head was the only thing showing. She grinned. I looked at the positioning; it placed her mouth near the edge. 

Claire sensed this, "Granddad was a clever old boy wasn't he?"

I pulled the desk open and let her out. "How did it feel?"

"Scary. I think that gran was very brave and it must have been very hard on her legs." 

The rest of the album got better. The whole house was rigged for her suffering. The small larder, the loft room window, all came equipped with lashing points. Gran was outside. Tied from trees etc. and then came a scary one, even for me. She was spread eagle on the lawn.

A crepe bandage totally covered her head. She was wearing rubber knickers with a bulge at the crotch that Claire pointed out it must have been a huge dildo. George was smearing her nipples and breasts with a thick substance. The photo following showed her breasts covered with thousands of ants and insects.

Claire shuddered, "Want a cup of tea?" 

I nodded and she moved to the hob. She looked a little shell-shocked. Do you blame her? I didn't.

The next album showed a younger gran in a torture chamber: wooden racks and a lot of different things. Granddad was getting good at carpentry.

Claire looked the photos. "There must be a cellar or something. Can we look?" 

So we begin the search. It took an age, we were both getting excited. And I don't know why. The search was very exacting; it took us an hour to find the entrance. Claire was in the cupboard under the stairs and let out a yip of excitement. I looked around the door to find her trying keys in a huge padlock. There was a layer of hardboard under the carpet that hid its shape. The lock gave way and we looked into the abyss of darkness. 

Claire disappeared into the dark and I heard her say, "Here we go," as a light snapped on at the base of a passageway at the bottom of the stairs.

Walking down them I realized that they were wide and shallow as if to make it easy to go down them hindered by bonds.

"Oh my god," I heard from further up the passageway. I jogged a good fifty feet. Claire had walked past all the closed doors to the very end one. It had two parts. One was a stable, the other a torture chamber complete with gallows, rack, iron maiden all those sort of old film props.

We wandered around and examined the different wooden items. Claire's eyes were wide as she pulled the lever to drop the trap on the gallows.

"For the love of god why would you build this?" she asked looking very scared.

"Well your gran was still here so it didn't work or they used something else..."

"You don't think they used someone else do you?" she looked really scared now.

"No I don't think they were murders as we would have seen some photos - unless they hid them somewhere." 

We wandered out of this room. It effectively had provided a cold shower to our mutual voyeurism. I opened the first door on the way back from the end room. It was a cell, a plain cell with a wooden bed with an old mattress on it. I walked over and patted it with my hand. "It's straw. They seemed to be creating a fantasy of sorts."

"What do you mean?"

"Well they used to fill old mattresses with straw in the early part of the last century. Look on the walls. There are manacles like you find in the old castles and prisons."

We closed that door and walked to the next. This was a weird room as it had a lot of collars and strange devices. I thought it odd because they used magnets to hold them in place. 

The next two rooms were storerooms. "We'll look at these soon."

Claire seemed bewitched by the cell-block. Next was a Nazi torture centre where electrodes and clamps adorned a table. A chair was the centrepiece. Metal rings and leather straps attached to it gave it an evil air.

Claire shuddered. I looked very closely; it all seemed to work. 

The last room contained a lot of wooden boxes. They ranged from coffin-size to a tea chest. Opening the coffin I saw that it was full of form fitting foam and straps. The tea chest was fitted with a lid with a hole. Neck sized. I looked at Claire and she looked at me. "Do you think you could get in there?" 

"Tied up and properly stuffed full of plastic or rubber," she grinned at me, "as gran would have been?"

I smiled at her, "Why, are you offering to give it a go?"

She blushed, "Kidding...I think"  she half laughs as if trying to kid herself and she looks at me funny?

I was and I wasn't; and we both knew it. She blushed deeper and we both smiled at each other.

"Shall we go look in the storerooms?" she asked putting brakes on the moment.

I followed her out and back down the corridor. I wondered about the fact that something was changing between us and also about how warm it was down here. It was then that I noticed radiators and a strange type of hole in the walls: vents for central heating. You had to admire Gramp's. He didn't do things by halves. The cellar had to go out under the out buildings. The place was like an iceberg with very little on top compared to what was underneath. 

The first storeroom held coils of rope, chains and in cupboards lots of leather belts, hoods, harnesses, nipple clamps and lots of different gags. I watched as Claire handled the harnesses and things. A door to a sub basement revealed a workshop. In the centre of it was a chair. Two gleaming black rubber dildos were mounted on the seat and a pair of bars attached to ratchets swung around to clamp the breasts between them a long set of straps hung from the arms and legs  and the back of the chair. Once strapped the person wouldn't be moving.

"George was still working on this when he died then," Claire noted.

Claire was bending down running her hands over the prongs with a strange look in her eye. It was very sturdily made. The timber was thick and well locked together. We looked around the workshop and found lots of drawings and photos. Claire remarked that there must be more rooms around. There were a hell of a lot of photos with gran strapped to different devices. 

The whole cellar area was very well built. I know, being from a family of builders, so it was the bloody work of a master builder. Looking around at the way the doors were fitted I realized that once he locked her in there was no way out. 

Claire wandered over to the other side of the corridor and we looked at the next storeroom. It held more of the same and a door that led to a dark room and a huge storage cupboard. In here were lots of clothes and uniforms. And a pile of video tapes. The uniforms varied from Nazi to Roman, and the female clothing was victim-related: French maid, French resistance worker, old Christian maiden, etc., etc. 

Claire let out a yip, she'd placed a video in the player and her gran was shown being stripped by two Nazi officers. Her clothes were ripped from her body. One of the men was George, her granddad. I pointed to the other, "You know him?" She looked closely and I realized that gran looked mid-thirties. 

So I presumed that A, they have filmed it some other old way and changed it to video, and B, it was before Claire's time so she didn't know the other participant.

She looked at the other masked man. "No I have no idea." Gran was being gently slapped around a bit. It was well done but as I work in TV I knew what to look for. It was being performed to perfection; her acting was superb. 

But the torture scenes that followed were real enough. The electroshocks actually included the spark from electrode to nipple. Gran was enjoying her role. No word of a lie. Even Claire gathered that. In fact gran orgasmed twice as the questioning continued.

Claire looked shocked, "What the hell is all this about?" She shook her head. The film continued and ended with a mock hanging scene.

The film was very well done and it finished with actual credits.

"That seems to be a commercially-made film," I said running the film right back to the beginning. The credits were done in German and French. I could only think that gran and granddad had found a market for these sorts of films. There were a lot of lockers full of films. We continued our tour of the cellars and found the editing room and a huge darkroom. A computer sat on a desk in the corner. 

Claire sat down behind it and opened it up. "Password needed," she found it saying. She tried her mother's name. 

There were thousands of names in many countries: a client list. Also there were hundreds of emails unanswered. Claire opened one; it contained an order for two videos. She was really shocked. It threw her and so I took her hand and led her upstairs. 

"We both need a brandy." She nodded and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Did the solicitor say anything about this or do you a copy of the will with you?" 

She nodded and went to her rucksack. Pulling out a brown envelope she unfolded it and we sat and studied the contents. 

"There at the bottom," I pointed out a bit that said something about a business venture in the name of her grandma's maiden name. The holdings were all now in Euro's. I got my mobile out and converted them to pounds. Claire blanched as I showed her the amount. 

"Fucking hell," she gasped.

"And you thought that you would have to sell the house didn't you?"

"Yes, but Chris this is living off immoral earnings isn't it?"

"Well your granddad was a judge wasn't he?"

"Yes but how did they do it?" Claire was flummoxed, her eyes wide.

We sipped the brandy. `What the hell do we do about it?" I wondered myself. 

As only a friend of Claire's I didn't see a way to do anything. We both were tired. And I said as much to Claire. She agreed and we both decided to go to bed. I showered and slipped under the duvet in the spare room. But not before I sneaked one of the photo albums upstairs. Yes, okay I admit it; I used it for my own sexual gratification. Sliding it under the bed I slipped into a weird dream world. This dream starred Claire in the position I had just wanked over. 

The photo showed gran on all fours; doggy style, her wrists locked into a pair of horizontal stocks. A noose from the ring on the roof around her neck held her neck in position and one from the floor stopped her from lifting her neck. Her waist was strapped to a sliding block. Her ankles were in stocks but wide-spread. Both her nipples where clamped and cords from the clamps went down to a ring set into the floor and these pulled her breasts into cones. George then attached a block with two dildos behind her and inserted them halfway in. 

The next series of photos showed him kneeling in front of her and placing a ring gag in her mouth. Into this he thrust a huge erection, and then using a long riding crop he began to whip her arse. This made her shoot forward onto this cock and back onto the dildos so she could breathe. You had to admire his inventiveness. Well I thought so anyway. 

It must be about 2:00 AM when I heard my door open and I felt a body slide into bed. "Hi," I whispered.

"Hi. Do you mind? I feel a bit scared and a lot confused, also I need company." Claire's voice sounded a little scared I must admit.

"So do want to talk about it?"

She snuggled into my back placing her arm over my waist. "No can we just snuggle tonight?"

I nodded and soon her breathing dropped to sleep rhythm.

I soon followed nervous of what tomorrow would bring.

to be continued... 

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"My God, I must be crazy!" thought Nick. "I'm sitting here in a stranger's house wearing a blindfold, for crying in a bucket." 

He moved to take off the scarf that covered his eyes but jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Not so fast, young man. You've come this far, now you have to go the rest of the way." the husky, female voice whispered in his ear. Nick sat still, fear and anticipation, in equal parts, flooding though his body. 

This had all started a couple of days before when Nick got home from work and found an unmarked envelope in his letter-box. A pastel pink card inside simply read "If you want an adventure to fulfill your fantasies come to my house at 10-o-clock on Saturday morning." An address in a nearby suburb was printed on the bottom of the card. The card had a faint aroma of Jasmine, but otherwise there was no indication of the sender's name. 

Nick's first reaction had been to throw it away but curiosity kept him from doing so. For the next couple of days his mind had raced with possibilities. At times he was convinced that one of his colleagues was playing a joke on him, then he was unsure of what it all meant. The phrase "an adventure to fulfill your fantasies" echoed through his mind. How could anyone know his fantasies? He hadn't spoken about them to anyone. What did "She" mean? He was convinced that the invitation came from a woman, something about the hand-writing and the perfume on the card struck him as being intensely feminine. Besides no male would be so mysterious! 

Out of curiosity, on the way home from work on Friday evening, Nick drove past the address given on the card. The house was a nondescript detached bungalow just like all the others in the street. A well maintained garden filled the space between the front of the house and the street. A drive-way led past the left of the house to a garage at the back and through the drawn curtains Nick could see that lights were on inside. There was nothing to distinguish the house from all the others in the road but, inside was a woman who had promised to give him an adventure to fulfill his fantasies. There was that phrase again. 

When he went to sleep that night Nick still hadn't decided what he would do the next morning. By the time he awoke the decision was made. He would ignore the card and the mysterious person - woman - who had churned through his thoughts, go to a movie and forget the whole thing. Adventures and fantasies just didn't happen in real life, at least not in Nick's life.  

As Nick started his car intending to go and see a film at the local cinema he thought "Fuck it! What do I have to lose? I can still get there in time." and drove to the address. Deciding that, if he was going to do this he would not be too stupid, Nick parked the car some distance away, emptied his pockets of all cash and valuables and only took his car key as he walked the remaining distance. 

The hourly beep on his watch sounded just as he approached the front door of the house. "Right on time" thought Nick. He was about to knock when he noticed another pink card stuck on the door. "Come in" was all it said. His palms suddenly sweating, Nick hesitated and then slowly opened the door. He was greeted by a small, almost featureless, hallway with a closed door on the opposite side. 

He cautiously stepped inside and shut the front door behind himself. The only furniture in the room were a small table against the left wall and an upright chair on the right. A folded black silk scarf lay on the table with another pink card on top of it. "Who ever this is she sure likes pink cards" Nick said to himself. This time the card had more than one sentence written in the same, flowing, hand. "You have a choice. You can leave now and never know what you have missed or, if you want to carry on, blindfold yourself securely with the scarf and wait for me on the chair."  

Suddenly Nick had a huge erection at the thought of blindfolding himself and waiting for this strange woman. "How did she know about his blindfold fantasy like this?"  

Slowly, almost mesmerized, Nick picked up the scarf. It was woven from thick, heavy, silk and felt very sensuous and erotic in his hands. He eased himself gently onto the chair folded the scarf into a broad band and slowly raised it to his eyes. One part of his mind was frantically telling him he was being a bloody fool and to get out of here at once, but he slowly wrapped the scarf over his eyes and tied it firmly at the back of his head. He sat back against the chair in utter darkness, not a scrap of light reached his eyes through the folds of heavy silk. "Now I've done it" he thought, and waited. 

The shock of realising that he was not alone almost sent Nick into panic. "Who are you? What are you going to do with me? Can I take off the blindfold now?"  

The words poured out. The only answer he got was to be urged to his feet and then kissed very firmly. Nick's breathless questions died away as he felt her lips meet his and her tongue slide into his mouth. Eventually the kiss ended and Nick felt even more breathless.  

"Now, let me take your shirt off and look at you." he heard and felt fingers working on his buttons. "No! Don't try and help. Just stand still." Nick did as he was commanded. 

"Mmh, not bad. Not bad at all. Just stand there and let me look at you. You work out at the local gym." The last was a statement not a question, but Nick took the opportunity. "Yes, twice a week, but why did..." A finger touched his lips.  

"Ssh. So many questions. All in good time. Now, give me your hand." With the last command, Nick felt his right hand being taken and pulled gently behind his back. "And now the other one." His left hand was drawn back and towards the right. He heard a quick ratcheting sound that was immediately repeated and felt something encircling his wrists and joining them together.  As he reacted, shouting "Hey! What's going on?" he felt the same thing happen to his legs. "You'd better sit down." He heard, "I wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself." 

Nick carefully tested that his ankles were indeed attached to each other and that he couldn't separate his hands and then slowly sat down on the chair he could still feel behind him. "Very sensible." he heard. "The front door is locked and, in that state, you won't get away from me." There was quiet satisfaction in the female voice. None of these events had done anything to diminish the erection that was threatening to burst out of his jeans. Suddenly Nick was reveling in the helplessness he felt. Bound hand and foot and blindfolded (blindfolded by himself) he realized that there was very little he could do to improve the situation. Anything he tried would probably just make it worse. One thing he could do was to try and find out what was going on. "And now? What's the idea of all..." Something large and round slid into Nick's mouth, effectively stopping his questions. He felt straps being buckled behind his head and now he couldn't even ask his captor what she intended. 

"You really are enjoying this aren't you? I can tell." A hand caressed his engorged cock through his jeans and Nick almost came in his pants. A grunt was all the reply he could make. He felt a strap of some kind cross his chest and felt himself pulled back into the chair, further trapping his hands and arms. Next his legs were drawn back and, in some way attached to the chair. "Now you just be a good boy and stay there for a while. I've got some things to do and then we'll have fun. Oh, one more thing. Just to make sure that the blindfold doesn't somehow work loose." Nick felt a silken bag pulled down over his head and tied around his neck below the straps for the gag. "There we are. We can't have you seeing things you shouldn't now can we?" The question was obviously rhetorical but Nick grunted in reply all the same. 

Time passed slowly for Nick as he sat in darkness. He squirmed a bit to test how securely he was tied to the chair, very securely, he discovered. The one thing he was very conscious of was the huge, almost uncomfortably large, erection that strained against his jeans. Eventually, he had no way of knowing how much time had passed, he felt a hand on his shoulder and heard the female voice again. "Right now it's time to take the next step"

Nick jerked and grunted through his gag. Then he felt his legs being freed from the chair and the strap across his chest being loosened. "Stand up" he was commanded. He slowly stood and flexed his shoulders. "Now we aren't going to do anything silly are we now? After all you are still completely helpless" Nick grunted. "Good boy, I'll take that for a 'No I won't do anything silly'" Nick grunted again. He felt her hands undoing his belt buckle and then opening his jeans. Instinctively he hunched forward and immediately felt a slap on his bum. "Stand up straight. I'm taking your pants off and there is nothing you can do about it. Anyway..." he felt her hand encircle his engorged cock "I don't think you want to do anything about it. This must have been quite uncomfortable trapped in there." He slowly straightened up. "That's better." 

Nick had never felt so embarrassed, nor excited, in his life. He stood, arms and ankles bound, blindfolded and gagged whilst a woman he had never seen undressed him and fondled his cock. Even so far this exceeded his wildest fantasies. He felt his jeans drop around his ankles followed by his underpants. "No sit down whilst I take these right off." He heard. He sat back in the chair and felt the chest strap again securing him to it. "Just so you don't get any foolish ideas when I undo your legs." This woman certainly thought of everything! Once the last of his clothing, including his shoes and socks had been removed, Nick felt the cuffs encircling and confining his legs again. Once again he felt them being secured to the chair. 

"Now you just sit there quietly." he heard. "In a few moments some of my friends will be arriving. I'm sure you will make a lovely conversation piece, particularly with Freddie here standing up so proudly." Her hand again caressed his swollen cock. At these words Nick panicked. It was one thing to have a woman playing with him alone like this, but the thought of others seeing him in this state! He tried to shout and throw himself out of the chair. Nothing happened, the chair was somehow bolted to the floor and he was far too securely attached to it to achieve anything. The shouted denials just came out as strangled grunts. Eventually he ceased his struggles as the futility of them became more and more evident. 

"That's better." he heard her say. "From the moment you put on that blindfold you gave up any control over what happens next. Your last choice was to leave, whilst you could, or give up any freedom until I decide to let you go. What ever happens will be what I choose to happen, you have no say in the matter. Do you understand?" Miserably Nick nodded and grunted his affirmation. "Now cheer up. Nobody will know who you are. You're pretty anonymous under that hood. Let's get Freddie back up shall we." Once again her hands began caressing his cock, that had gone limp during his struggles. Amazingly it soon firmed up as Nick continued to think about his helpless situation. "There, that's better, make me proud of you."  

"She talks to me as if I were a little schoolboy" Nick thought to himself, the thought making him even harder. 

After a while Nick realised he was alone again. "How long was he going to have to wait this time?" he wondered. He had no sooner had the thought than he heard tapping sounds from outside the front door, the tapping of stiletto high heels. The door opened and a wave of cooler air brushed over him. Voices. "Oh I wonder what J has for us today." "Look at that! She said she would have a surprise, but I didn't think it would be anything so magnificent!" "I hope she'll let us play with it. Oh please J can we play with your toy?" Oh look, it's blushing, how sweet!"  

A warm rush of blood made Nick feel that his whole body must be bright red with embarrassment. "At least they don't know who I am" was the only thought in Nick's head as several women's voices swirled around him. The thought - hope - was short lived. "That's Nick Prendegast. I recognize that torso from the gym. I always wanted to get my hands on it." Nick felt his blush deepen and hung his head. "Now look what you've done. You've embarrassed him. Don't worry, she'll make it up to you."

"Come on girls." He heard J's voice over the general hubbub. "J, that was how one of the women had referred to her. J for Jasmine?" he wondered. "Let's bring him through. I promised him an adventure to exceed his wildest fantasies, and you wouldn't want to make a liar of me would you. Besides if we don't treat him nicely he may never come back" 

"Come back?! Come back?! You'd better believe I'll never come back!" was Nick's startled, if silent, reaction to these words. But somewhere deep inside another little voice was saying "You mean I might have the chance of coming back? Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

Several pairs of hands started rubbing over him, the strap holding him to the chair was released, as were his legs and he was helped to his feet. The hands continued rubbing, feeling and, occasionally, pinching him as he was urged forward. "It's alright, it's quite safe. We won't let you fall or hurt yourself, will we girls?" He didn't recognize the voice, but the words were greeted with gales of laughter. Nick felt himself almost being carried forward by the throng of women. He had no idea how many there were but it seemed like six or seven. After a few turns he was told that there were three steps down and carefully guided down them. 

"Ok girls, what will it be? Spread eagle, suspension or The Frog?" J's voice cut through the chatter. "Or maybe we can think of something else to do with our toy boy this afternoon." 

"I think The Frog would be a bit harsh, for a first time." one of the other voices cut in. "After all there are quite a few of us and we don't want to tire it out until we've all had some fun." 

"By this reaction," Nick felt a hand grasp his swollen prick and squeeze gently. "I don't think we need to worry about that." another voice interjected. 

"I know, what about The Swing?" 

"Good idea P, since you thought of it, you can go first." J's voice cut through the general sounds of approval that greeted this last suggestion. Nick was having some difficulty accepting that he was being handled and spoken about as if he was an object and tried to take some part in the proceedings. Shaking off the hands that held him he tried to turn around. Quite what he thought he was going to achieve he didn't know but he felt that he had to let these women know that he wasn't just a toy for them to play with as he pleased. 

Unfortunately his actions had the opposite effect. "Ooh, it's got some spirit" he heard as the whole group of women seemed to grab him and force him to the floor. "Hog tie him girls." J seemed not to be involved physically but directing operations from the background. In quick succession Nick's legs were caught, tied together and then attached, in some way to his hands leaving him even more helpless than before. "Stupid, stupid, stupid" thought Nick to himself. "Now you've blown it." Confirmation came from J. "That was very silly." She said. We'll have to punish you for that. To teach you not to try that again I think The Feather would be appropriate." Nick wanted to ask what 'The Feather' was but all he could do was grunt in a questioning way. 

One of the other women answered his grunt "Don't worry, you'll soon find out."  "Maybe you'll wish you hadn't" she added with a malicious tone of voice. "We're going to have fun, aren't we girls?" Shrieks of laughter confirmed Nick's worst fears. 

He felt himself being lifted by several pairs of hands and deposited on a table or board of some sort. One by one his bonds were loosed and his limbs fastened until he was lying spreadeagled on his back. Straps held his arms at wrist and elbow, and his legs at ankle and knee. The whole operation had been very quick and he hadn't had the slightest opportunity to try and gain his freedom again.  

"Right ladies, let's leave it to contemplate it's fate while we have some tea." J again seemed to be taking charge. It all seemed so mundane in a bizarre kind of way. Nick lay on his back, blindfolded, gagged and hooded, with his arms and legs stretched out and strapped down, whilst a groups of ladies had a tea party a few meters away. They were all careful not to reveal anything that would give their identities away, referring to each other by initials rather than names. The same was true about their acquaintances. All the ladies seemed to know one another very well and regaled each other with some intimate stories, to gales of laughter. Nick was completely ignored until one of them, Nick now knew her as D, the one who had recognized him in the first place said "Haven't we got some unfinished business ladies?" 

The silence, and feeling of being, once more, the center of attention made Nick squirm. "Oh dear, it's gone down." "We'll soon fix that." and "Remember, I'm first on the swing." "Look it's coming back up again." Without being touched and conscious again of his helplessness, Nick felt his erection starting to return.

"No time for that now." J sounded all business-like. "You must learn not to displease us in any way. This is The Feather." 

Nick braced himself for he knew not what. Nothing happened until Nick started to relax, then he felt a single fingernail start at the inside of his elbow and run slowly down, through his armpit and down his side. It was exquisitely ticklish and Nick grunted and tried, unsuccessfully, to get away. As soon as it reached his hip the nail started back up again and at the same time another one started running up and down his left foot. In short order Nick was being attacked from all sides. He couldn't move to avoid the maddening, tortuous, tickling fingernails.  

He squirmed and writhed as far as his bonds would allow. He grunted and thrashed his head from side to side but nothing stopped the inexorable, silent, assault on his senses. The only conscious thought he had left was that his erection was now even bigger than ever! Eventually, finally the tickling stopped. Nick heard J's voice through his daze "You won't displease me again, will you?" He weakly shook his head and grunted a negative "Uh, uh." "Otherwise..." Once more that lone fingernail traveled down his side overloading his tortured senses again. 

"The Swing, P. That was your idea and you go first" J was clearly in charge. "Before we move it let's just fix Frederick so that he doesn't go away." Nick felt a thin band encircle the base of his penis and then another one just below the engorged hood. "That should do it, now for a condom. We can't be too careful now can we?" 

 Nick felt himself being released from the board and his hands were again cuffed behind his back. He was led across the floor and then told to sit on a plank that swayed as he sat on it. Straps were passed across his thighs holding his legs slightly apart and some kind of belt went around his chest and then seemed to be fastened on each side, holding him upright. Finally his legs were cuffed together and pulled up underneath the seat and attached there. "This" thought Nick, "must be the swing."

"Now you are quite safe and you can't fall off." J again. "Let me demonstrate." he felt a shove from behind and started to swing. Being blindfolded Nick quickly became totally disoriented by the movement but the straps held him firmly in position. He was brought to a halt. "See, It's quite safe."

The next thing that happened was even more shocking than anything that had gone before. Nick felt a lithe woman's naked body join him on the swing. P, she was the one who was to "go first" he remembered, sat on his lap facing him and slowly impaled herself on his engorged cock. He wanted to cum as he felt the warm moist pussy slide onto his erection but, somehow, the bands at top and bottom prevented this. He felt her hard nipples crushed against his chest as she held him hard. "Mmh... I love the swing" she whispered in his ear.  

The next thing they were moving, swinging backwards and forwards, being pushed higher and higher. As the swing reached the top of it's travel there was a moment of almost weightlessness and Nick felt the girl rise up on him. As they reached the bottom her weight came down hard and she ground against him. Nick was becoming more and more frustrated by his inability to cum, his whole focus of existence seemed to be concentrated in his groin. He heard the woman on his lap start panting and moaning, felt her scrape her nipples across his chest and grind down even harder on him and them she was cumming, shuddering and shrieking and pounding him into her. 

Slowly the swing settled and stopped as did Nick's passenger. "Ooh... Thank you. That was lovely." He heard her say through the haze of desire and frustration that still enshrouded him. He felt her ease herself off her perch and was left alone for a moment. Then J's voice "Right let's change that condom and then it's your turn D." Once again embarrassment flooded over Nick as the thought about what had just happened being witnessed. His next guest seemed to be a bit taller than the first. "You'll give me a good ride, won't you Nick?" she said mischievously as she slid onto the saddle. "You don't really have much choice, do you?" 

And then they were off  again, on a ride of frustration for Nick, but apparently one that D enjoyed very much. When she had cum, wildly thrashing around on his swollen cock, it was the turn of the next lady. Nick soon lost track of how many women used him for their pleasure. He just knew that if he wasn't able to cum soon he would explode. 

Eventually he heard J say "Alright, big boy. One more, that's me, and then we'll let you have your reward." Nick could only grunt weakly. 

When J had finished her ride and finally stopped shuddering against him, Nick felt her rise and then remove the condom. "These have done their job so they can come off." He felt the bands circling his cock removed and then another condom fitted. J once again lowered herself onto him. "Since this is my place I get the last ride." she murmured "and this one's for you."  

Once again the swing began to move. In no time at all the combination of the movement and the earlier frustration drove Nick over the top and he experienced the most shattering orgasm of his life. Dimly, as he came and came he could sense that J was also shuddering her way through another climax but he wasn't really able to take much notice. Finally, he was spent, the movement ceased and he felt J get off and removed the filled condom. 

Unable to move Nick sat and waited whilst J bade her friends farewell. In his torpor he found that he was dozing off. "Well, was that fun?" He heard J's voice and grunted an affirmative. "Now just wait there whilst I get you cleaned up." This woman thinks of everything." He thought. 

Shortly there-after he was led, still with his hands cuffed behind his back, to the entrance hall. "Now there are some things we need to get straight." J's voice had taken on that school-mistress tone again. "Firstly, I may consider inviting you back but do not try to contact me or find out who I am or any of the other girls. Is that clear?" Nick grunted and nodded, his head still encased in the silken bag. "Secondly, do not talk about what happened here today. As far as anyone else is concerned none of this happened."  

She waited for Nick's nod and grunt of affirmation. "Thirdly, I am going to free your hands. Your clothes are on the table. Get dressed and leave. Leave the hood, blindfold and gag on the table. Don't try to come into the house, the hallway door will be locked." Again the nod and grunt. "Was I right? Did that fulfill your wildest fantasies?" Nick's grunt and nod were much more vigorous. 

"Bye, Nick, maybe I'll see you again... You won't see me of course." He felt his arms being freed and then sensed that he was alone. Some time later, sitting in his car, Nick reviewed the events of the past few hours. "How will I react if I get another invitation?" he wondered. The reaction from his cock gave him the answer to that one. 

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